Never to feel his own feelings
sincerely, and to rise his pallid triumph to the point of regarding
his own ambitions, longings and desires with indifference; to pass
alongside his joys anxieties as if passing by someone who doesn't
interest him …
The greatest self-mastery is to be
indifferent towards ourselves, to see our body and soul as merely the
house and grounds where Destiny willed that we spend our life. To
treat our own dreams and deepest desires with arrogance, en grand
seigneur, politely and carefully ignoring them. To act modestly
in our own presence; to realize that we are never truly alone, since
we are our own witnesses, and should therefore act before ourselves
as before a stranger, with a studied and serene outward manner –
indifferent because it's noble, and cold because it's indifferent.
The Book of Disquiet
translation: Richard Zenith
p. 351-352
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